A tool grows in Brooklyn

My roommate is phail. He's in our business school, and he's a complete and utter tool.
To add insult to injury, he is the least self-aware person I know.

I realize this every afternoon when I get back from class. He listens to über-ghetto, hardcore rap that he knows less than half the words of... and tries to sing along in his tone-deaf, milk-toast white voice.

Note: He's an extreme conversative. I.e. He's a minority-hating, baby-killing, ghetto-abhoring, poverty-indifferent toolbox who speaks in ebonics and literally calls himself "gangsta'."

Skin-check.


P.s. Rainman and I have begun speaking again. While still awkward, I think it's slowly on the road to recovery. Ever so slowly.

Where nobody knows your name

I was in the car coming back from my sister's ice skating rink, when the radio had an uber-gay moment. They played back-to-back Womanizer, Lady Gaga (Just Dance), and Circus.

I realized, in that moment, while my sister sang along (she doesn't know the words) that I need to go clubbing. I need some hot, sweaty, random glee in my life, the likes of which I only find in dance clubs.

Really, if I could go anywhere, it would be this great "new" dance club in north DC called, "Town." Side note: I like how winner-clubs are one-word now. We're obviously too stupid to remember two-word titles.

It's one of the largest gay clubs in the city. On the one hand, it's not in the typical gay-ghetto, Dupont Circle, which features club "Apex" - a respectable club that's good for drag. On the other hand, it's so much happier, more energized, and... well, gay.

Plus, the men are at least 10 year younger there than anywhere else. It's a club made for circuit boys.



So yeah - if I don't get some clubbing in my system immediately, I'm going to lose my mind. Please deposit sweaty man-grind into my life, kthxbai.

All eyes on me, kids

To those of you who are not listening to Britney Spears' new album, Circus, here is a purported official video for the title song. Oddly, her publicist has stated that this is not the official video. See for yourself.



I will say this - there are some places where it looks like some guy shot some unofficial video on his camera phone whereas other parts are very official and clear. So that might be a little bit of a mash-up (?) on the part of some crewman.

And even if not, this is probably not the full, official cut. But STILL, the official one better be awesome. This one is so good, the real thing might in fact be worse (let's hope not).

That would just be... heh, so funny.


Update - midnight-ish: Here is the video from her website.



I'll leave it to you to find the differences. I think it looks pretty good, still... thank God.

Blasphemy on Christmas!

I have been an avid-Christmas support for a long while. The only holiday that beats it is Black Friday. I know all the carols and sing them often. So you can see why I was surprised to find a non-secular verse in a Santa-based song:

He doesn't care if you're a rich or poor boy,
He loves you just the same.
Santa knows that we're god's children,
That makes everything right.
Fill your hears with christmas cheer,
'cause santa claus comes tonight.

It's the weirdest mix of the secular and religious that I've ever seen. I'm kind of disconcerted by those lines being there, especially because I didn't notice that they were there for this long. It's like subliminal messaging!

God damn it, Christmas is about consumerism and toys. The holiday should have nothing to do with religion, after all! Leave God out of it for Christ's sake!

Oh my God, Hell no!

So I got up today, went to class, etc. Nothing interesting there.

When I came home, however, I had the strangest urge to listen to Jesus-music. I'm talking about semi-rock, semi-pop Christian singing, etc. I don't know what provoked it, but I just wanted to hear something comforting.

In the previous days when I was a Christian (even one of those evangelical types), I used to listen to this stuff all the time to feel better. Obviously now, I may not see eye-to-eye with most of what the Church teaches, but I still enjoy the songs. The beats are clean, the words are inspirational, and the ideas are still pure.

So while I don't think Michael W. Smith or Casting Crowns intended for me to use their Jesus-mix to get myself out of a homosexual-funk/mood I've found myself in... by God, they sure as Hell will now!

I also put the music back on my iPod - I think that's some sort of a sign or something. I can tell you, though, that the last place anyone should expect to find me is in a church.